Dmitry Maximov is a Russian-born artist that seems to exist in a world of his own. His works are at once as human — and humane — as anyone peeking in from the outside and altogether surreal, making up a land that is not so much a caricature of ours, but, perhaps, its shadow, a whisper of a possibility of what we could have been. And, thankfully, are not. More humane, perhaps, more painfully lonely, more different from one another in a way, we, who have our race around us, our country, our city, our family, even our culture, should ever fear to be. [ Continue Reading ]